Swiss Alps

Two hours ago, a powerful blast of Holy Energy was observed by the Grigori monitoring centre. In response to its sudden appearance, Governor Shemhaza has scrambled a four-man team to locate and investigate the source of the blast.

The team is currently 8000 metres above sea level, less than 200 metres away from the source.

"Fuck it's cold." Tigiris breaths into his hands. Because of numerous unknown factors regarding the source of Holy Energy, Governor Shemhaza had ordered the team to make their way up by foot, in order to reduce the chance of being seen. Or tripping any traps.

Thus, the team had teleported 500 metres below the source and had begun their ascent from there.

However, due to the harsh conditions of the mountains, the team had only been able to climb 300 metres in two hours.

"Here." Ravenage summons a small ball of fire. "Lets take a break for a moment." The rest of the team voice their agreement, pulling out flasks of hot tea and bags of food.

In a few minutes, the four man team had a small fire going, and had huddled up close. Sharing the tea and food, the four Fallen Angels begun to discuss their mission. In particular, the mysterious source that they were looking for.

"What do you think it is?" Tigiris asks. "The thing we're looking for."

"Fuck if I know." The Fallen Angel known as Airenal replies.

"I heard it was a Holy Energy reading." The fourth member of the party, a newly fallen called Estarot, adds.

"Really?" Ravenage takes a sip from his tea. The leader of the expedition, Ravenage had fought with the Grigori since the very beginning. "Must have been pretty fucking powerful to make the Governor send us here."

"You think it might be Dulio? I hear he's pretty cuckoo." Airenal bites into a cold biscuit. "He could just be messing around."

"In this frozen shit hole?" Tigiris glances around. "I'm sure the [Strongest Exorcist] has better things to do then randomly fire holy energy into the air."

"You never know." Airenal retorts. "Powerful people do stupid things. I mean, look at the Welsh Dragon! He has a fucking Longinus-class Sacred Gear and what does he do? He makes it into a franchise called Oppai Dragon where he powers up by touching a woman's breasts!" This comment causes the rest of the team to smirk. Oppai Dragon was popular even among the Fallen Angels, mainly due to the focus on boobs.

"Is he really that strong?" Estarot asks. "Dulio, I mean."

"You only fell a few months ago and you don't even know about Dulio's power? What kind of ex-Angel are you?!" Tigiris berates the newbie, laughing all the while.

"Hey! I only fell because I saw Lady Leviathan dancing around in that erotic costume during the sports festival. I didn't mean too!" Estarot's attempts to justify his actions causes the rest of his team to burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha!" Ravenage laughs. "Lady Leviathan really is hot shit huh! Though I prefer Lady Gabriel over her! Pity she won't fall anytime soon!"

"Yeah I wish she did! Seeing her breasts iis the only thing I miss about Heaven! You gotta love those Angel outfits!"

"Ahahaha true! Her figure puts all of the Fallen Angels to shame!"

"Though Master Baraqiel's daughter is pretty hot too!"

"If he heard you say that, I'm sure he'd turn you into cinders!"

"For a feel of those knockers, I'd gladly die!"

Among their laughter, none of the Fallen Angels notice the twenty or so soldiers slowly crawling their way towards them.

Dressed in white snow gear, these soldiers are armed to the teeth with guns, knives and explosives. They were all trained in guerrilla warfare, the only type of warfare that allowed humans to fight against the supernatural.

Of course, having superior technology always helped.

With the tiny radios strapped to their throats, the soldiers were able to communicate perfectly with virtually no noise. Thus, they were able to make, adjust and communicate new orders whenever, without the enemy even realizing.

"Four unknowns sighted."

"Scanning identity...Identity confirmed. Updating information."

"Grigori Rapid Response Team. Threat level: [High]."

"Calculating chance of success...Percentage calculated."

"8% success rate with 0 friendly casualties."

"24% success rate with less than 5 friendly casualties."

"72% success rate with 10 or more friendly casualties."

"Awaiting orders... Orders Received."

"Mission parameters remain the same. Safe retrieval of package is main priority."

"Uploading Plan D to all personal computers...plan successfully transmitted and received."

"Units 1 through 10, engage and route the enemy. Units 11 through 20, continue to the package's location."

"Synchronizing time pieces."

"Begin mission in 3...2...1."

None of the Grigori were expecting an ambush nearly 8000 meters above sea level. Ten figures suddenly burst up from the snow, their guns trained on the four Grigori operatives. With robotic synchronization, the soldiers open fire, their specially designed bullets striking and occasionally penetrating the Grigori's shields.

"Gah!"

"Shit!"

"Get down!"

The Grigori immediately split, with three of them dropping to the ground. The last one, Estarot, attempts to open his wings in a bid to fly away, only to get shredded to pieces by the continuous stream of bullets.

"One threat neutralized."

"Three remaining."

"Switch to explosive weaponry."

With synchronized speed and precision, the soldiers throw aside their rifles and draw grenade launchers from their belts.

Before they can fire, a dozen spears of light soar through the sky, striking and killing three of the soldiers. The remaining soldiers immediately throw themselves to the ground, their launchers trained at the spears' source.

"Fuck!" The voice of Tigiris curses. "Bunch of fucking a-holes ambushed us!"

"Calm down Tigiris." Ravenage, the veteran leader, tells his subordinate to calm down.

"Calm down!? They fucking killed Estarot!" Tigiris summons three spears. "I'm going to fucking find them and then fucking tear their bodies apart!"

"I have to agree with Tigiris on this." Airenal summons another three spears, making a total of six spears primed and ready. "We have the least number of comrades out of the Three Great Powers. We should avenge the ones who we've lost."

"Don't misunderstand." Ravenage's voice is soft, but the anger is evident. "Trust me, I would like nothing more than to castrate these bastards and hang them off this mountain top."

"Then let's kill them already-"

"But." Ravenage continues. "These people are soldiers. The fact they haven't attacked us yet tells me that they're preparing for another ambush." Ravenage glances at the three dead bodies. "Yup. They're wearing camouflage gear. Seeing them in this snow is nigh-impossible."

"So what do we do? Wait for them to unleash their ambush and fight them then?"

"Of course not." Ravenage raises his hand, summoning dozens of light spears. "We just need to hit every possible location around us." With that, Ravenage brings his hand down, unleashing a rain of death onto his surroundings. Both Airenal and Tigiris hear the sickening sound of a spear piercing through flesh.

Ravenage, after checking that the soldiers were dead, kneels over the remains of Estarot's body.

"You were a good man." Ravenage murmurs. "Rest in peace, friend." Ravenage summons a flame, which immediately turns Estarot's body into ash. Turning to his remaining comrades, Ravenage nods his head.

"Let's finish this."

My [Revelation] rewrite! The OCs will remain the same, as will the main idea. That doesn't mean you need to actually read my original [Revelation] though! I'll be treating this as a seperate story to [Revelation], so all the characters will be properly introduced and whatnot.

The plot will be different though, with an emphasis on character development and battles more then ever! Oh and the Main Characters will be focused on this time (I'll try my best to anyways!)! Mainly because the original [Revelation] members probably won't appear.

Review and Comment!

Daemon

PS. All the [Testament] characters will appear though. I really love them.